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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "The needs...of the few...*outweigh*..." "That was funny the first five times you did it, Frohike," Byers
"Hey, man, just tryin' to keep things light." Byers looked at the sleeper agent, lying still on the floor, covered in blue goo. Frohike followed his gaze and stared at the instrument of their death. It was depressing. "I'm sorry, Byers. I just---" "It's okay, Frohike. I know," Byers whispered. He reached over and patted him on the shoulder. "Man, what a stupid way to die. Death by blue gak. It's embarrassing." "If I had *one* more chance, you know what I would do?" Byers asked, his eyes lighting up. "And here we go," Frohike muttered, getting up. Byers got up after him and followed him across the room. "I would track down Suzanne---" "Oh, good night nurse!" Langly shouted, looking up. "Suzanne
"Well, I wouldn't expect you to understand. You've never gone past kissing your pillow at night," Byers retorted, defensively. "Why didn't I run? I could have made it. I'm little.
I could have
"Ohhhh, aren't we supposed to be dead yet?" Langly whined. Byers checked his watch. "You're right. We really should be dead by now. We'd at least be throwing up or something." "And some sort of haz/mat team really should be here," Frohike
Langly pointed to the sticky sleeper agent. "Maybe it was a dud.
You know... too much baking soda, not enough chemical
"Touch it," Frohike said, motioning to the goo. "I'm not going to touch it!" Langly said, shaking his head. "You touch it." "Too bad Mulder isn't here," Byers said. Their eyes darted back and forth, silently. Frohike cracked a smile and Langly started to giggle. "Heh-hehh! Yeah, Mulder would taste it!" Langly laughed. Byers started to laugh and it quickly spread between the three til
"Ohhhman," Byers sighed, wiping his eyes. Langly got up. The three stood in silence as the minutes ticked on by. "Touch it," Frohike said. Langly looked like he was considering it when they heard the jiggle of a door handle. The side door saftey exit. The boys looked over in unison towards the previously locked door, then looked at each other. "What the--?" Frohike whispered. "Guys, we gotta keep that door shut!" Byers shouted. They moved to the side door and pushed their weight against it,
"Ow! Watch your elbow, Goldilocks!" "My elbows aren't anywhere near you, Melvin!" "I don't want to know," a voice said, in the shadows. "I mean,
I
"That voice," Byers said, dismayed. "I really had hoped I would never hear it again." "We're dead," Langly explained. "We're dead and we're in hell. That's all there is to it." Frohike looked up, his face turning a fierce shade of red. "You!" Morris Fletcher took a bow. "Well, don't get all gushy on me, half-pint." Frohike reached out and snatched at Fletcher's ankle, grabbing it. "Hey! Hey!" Fletcher shook his foot and Frohike's hand slipped away. "I thought you'd be *happy* to see me." "Yeah, right," Langly snorted. "I'm still praying for death." Byers untangled himself, pushing Frohike's leg off of him. "What are you doing here?" Fletcher shrugged. "Looking for the men's room? This place! It's a maze!" "Come off it, already!" Frohike shouted. He knelt, then
pushed
Fletcher dug into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a silver remote control. "What the hell is that supposed to be?" Frohike grabbed for it and Fletcher took a quick step back. "Not what you think," Fletcher teased, holding it out of his reach. "So, it's not a vibrator?" Langly asked. The three men turned
their heads and looked at him. He pushed his glasses up the
"This, my dim-witted friends, is a remote control detonator. Controls
the bomb in your pal over there." Fletcher gestured
Langly got up, dusting himself off. "This is going to be a good one." Frohike crossed his arms. "Yeah, Fletcher, go on. Let's see how deep it can get around here." "I'm telling you the truth," Fletcher protested, smiling. "Ah,
I don't blame you. Anyways, when I got close enough, I could
The boys stared at him, not wanting to trust him. "Guys! Listen! Would I be down here if there were any danger?!" Fletcher
said, flicking goo off his finger. "Yuck.
"But what about--" Langly started. "I lied," Fletcher responded. "And when you said--" Frohike continued. "I, uh," Fletcher scratched his cheek. "I was lying then too." "Just how much did you know about these sleeper agents?" Byers said,
his voice rising. He couldn't believe how
"Does it matter? You're alive! I mainly needed you guys to figure out *where* he was. You're good at that crap!" "You slime..." Frohike growled. Byers held him by the shoulder. "We *are* alive," Byers whispered. "Yeah...so why do I have a bad feeling?" Langly said, looking straight at Fletcher. "What? What?" Fletcher asked. "Oh, listen, I just have a few jobs I thought you might be interested in--" "You can take those *jobs* and shove 'em up your--" "Hey, hey, listen up little man! I'm trying to help you out."
Fletcher looked around and lowered his voice. "There are
"You can go--" "Frohike, Frohike!" Byers grabbed him and pulled him back into the corner. Langly followed. "Group meeting," Langly said. They formed a circle, arms around each other, football-huddle style. "Boys, I'm your ticket out of here..." "You! Stay over there!" Byers pointed at Fletcher. Fletcher shrugged. "Whatever," he replied, shuffling his feet. "Ok, suppose Fletcher is telling the truth," Byers whispered. "Yeah, and I'm the father of Scully's baby," Frohike retorted. "Well, hey, at least we know he doesn't want us dead, right?" Langly asked. "Until we out-live our usefulness," Frohike replied. "Hey, I'll pay you," Fletcher yelled. "New computers... you could get your rag back on track. We've got an *excellent* 401k plan." "If you think you can *buy* us, you've got another thing coming!" Frohike shouted, breaking from the group.. Fletcher raised his hands. "We'll go on a job-by-job basis.
If at
"I don't know," Langly said, looking at the floor. "I'm telling you...the alternative is being hunted down and killed by
the people who engineered *this*!" He gestured towards
The three pulled back into their huddle. "He's got a point," Byers said. "I still don't like it," Frohike whispered, glaring over his shoulder. "Yeah, never thought we'd be working for the Man," Langly said. "More like swimming with the shark," Frohike deadpanned. "Maybe we can make him work for us," Byers said, the excitement growing in his voice. "Double-agents?" Frohike said. "We keep our friends close..." Byers said. Langly shot a glance over to Fletcher. "And our dipwads closer." They turned and walked over to Fletcher. He smiled. "So... you in?" "Do we have to see your ugly face everyday?" Frohike asked. "No, no... God, no! You think I want to spend time with you guys? Ye gods, I'd rather go back to my wife." "I have some student loans I'd like you to look into," Byers said. "And there's no way in hell I'm cutting my hair, so don't even think about it!" Langly added. "Just...temporary..." Frohike whispered, squeezing his fists. "Just temporary..." Fletcher nodded, smiled, and led them out. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx the Beginning.
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